So, where to start?! Let’s start with the hysterical part of Monday’s bedroom rearranging. In the course of cleaning & rearranging, I cleaned out my night stand. The night stand being where my stash of condoms happens to be (and yeah, they are “community property” because I staunchly believe the manlets should have access to protection before anything happens). I carried them out to the kitchen, probably a dozen or so. Exclaimed to one of the manlets “you know that you are pathetic when your condoms have freaking EXPIRED!” Ayup. 5 year shelf life. Pathetic. Funny as hell, though! ROFL! We’ve all been laughing up a storm over the whole thing all week long. I had even emailed my father about it because he sent me some entirely appropos sex joke email… and he wrote back something like this: “sorrjy aboout all teh typoos… i’m laughinng so hard, teh teears are makign it too hard to see the keys”.

Been trying to write this post all night. It’s been a crazy night. Last thing to happen… the oldest came tearing in to the room a short time ago. “We gotta go back to Village Inn… NOW!” Yup. Had wrapped his retainers in a napkin and *forgot* them sitting on the table. So, called them up, explained what happened & that we were on our way back. Luckily, our server did a bit of a dumpster dive & rescued them. I’d forgotten my wallet at home, but assured him that he would be getting a big fat tip on our next visit. :) That man saved me $500 by his spectacular dive, so believe me, his next tip is gonna be a wee bit more than the usual 20%!

Running

So… my new running partner? Totally & completely wimped out on me this morning. We were all set to run 2 miles together. I woke him at 5:15. He said “my gym shorts are in the wash, they aren’t dry”. I asked him if I got them dry, would he run with me then – he said yes. So, I dried them & 30 minutes later, woke him again. Only to hear “I’m tooooo tired, Mom”. So out the door I go, ran my 2 miles all alone.

BUT – I picked him up from school & told him we were going for our run when we got home. Got him dressed & out the door we went. I ran him for 3 miles since he wimped out on me this morning. *evil grin* He did really well, we both took several walk breaks. He is still trying to grow into his legs, so he kind of looks a bit like a baby giraffe running, all legs flying everywhere. I suspect he’s going to go well above 6′ tall, actually. He has an uncle that is 6’5″, so it is entirely possible he’ll come close. At one point, we passed a cute girl jogging in the opposite direction. She was so busy looking at him that she didn’t pay attention to where she was going & one foot slipped off the trail, causing her to nearly fall face first. I felt really bad for her, I know she had to have been embarrassed.

Knitting

As much as I adore the little fishies I’m knitting up for my sock yarn blanket, they are also vexing. They curl up something terrible, even after blocking! Arrrrggghhh! It’s gotten on my nerves so much now that I’m half considering going with the usual mitered square sock yarn blanket. Or maybe coming up with my own design. Decisions, decisions. Maybe I’ll just make the whole fishie garter stitch instead of trying to knit the “eye” part – that is what is causing the curl. Will have to play around with it some, see what I can come up with. :)

Today’s Ravelry Search

Oh dear Bob in Heaven. I actually did do this search, not expecting to find much… but to my surprise, I was totally wrong!! ROFL…

*grin* It’s been long, but not THAT long. Just stuck with a partner or two that were… incapable of continuing once that aspect was introduced. Though I think there might be a connection between the shelf life & amount of time since *real* satisfactory relations involving a partner have taken place. Oooh. Damn, no. It’s been longer than that. OUCH! Did I say that diplomatically enough? ROFL!

Oh, my friend – the day will be upon you well before you are ready, TRUST me! It’s really easier if you start early & work bits of information into your conversations on a regular basis so that you (as well as him!) feel comfortable when the time comes to sit him down & have the utterly frank conversation. :)

I know, I know… I was about to say I dread the time, but then I thought better. He is a smart kid and a sensitive one. He already knows thet it is not the stork who brings babies on… So I think the information will go through little by little, and that ackward sit down and talk (you know, bees, flowers and such…hehehe) might not be necessary, or if it is, it might not be so ackward at the end…
BTW dumpster dive??? Hillarious… make sure the man gets a nice tip next time… A perfect excuse to go back…

Yes, our boys growing up is a time of mixed feelings – dread, sadness, happiness, pride & excitement. :) I actually got a book for my manlets before they hit puberty that explained the many changes their bodies would go through as they got older. We talked about it often and it led into natural questions – “if this is what happens to us, what happens to girls?” All of which eventually led into questions about sex. It was all good. :)

LOL – we go to that restaurant often enough that they all know us by now. We have our favorite booth, drinks & meals… most of the servers know what we want. he he he I’m thinking to get him a gift card on top of some cash. Will need to decide soon, as the boys will be back in a couple days & no doubt will want to go there for dinner. :D